Three Hunters Under One Roof

Chapter 1

I've been living here for a year. Thanks to my parents being killed by a stupid Wendigo three years ago, I was thrust into the hunting life. Yes, I was 25 then, but I still felt the need for revenge against the creature.

That was then. After I caught the fucker and killed it, I kept hunting cause everyone knows, once you get in, there's no getting out of the life permanently. There was a hunter, Bobby Singer, who helped me, but he was killed by a creature called the Leviathan a little over a year ago.

I've been helping the Winchester boys since he was killed, first to keep them going, then helping them hunt. They discovered the Men of Letters bunker when their dead grandfather showed up from the past.

The fact that he thought I looked familiar, very much like his closest friend, caused confusion among me and the boys.

I did some digging and found out that my grandparents were part of that secret society, making me a Woman of Letters. Last of my kind apparently. The boys were surprised as much as I was, but I've come to expect strange things.

Now, I've found myself constantly going to the boys' rooms in the middle of the night to soothe them out of their nightmares when they hit. I can't tell you how many times I've had a gun or a knife pulled on me because of it.

I usually have to wake Dean up two hours after he goes to bed, then go to Sam's room half an hour after I get Dean calmed down and asleep so I can soothe Sam back to good dreams.

Tonight was different though. Dean was shouting in his sleep less than an hour after he fell asleep.

I ran to his room in my tanktop and shorts to see him thrashing. I climbed onto his bed, straddling his waist as I shook his shoulders to wake him up.

"Dean! Wake up, it's just a dream."

After five minutes of shaking him, I slapped his face as a last resort. He shot up and sliced down my arm with a knife I didn't know he had.

"Well that hurts like a bitch. You okay?" I put my hand on his cheek and rub my thumb on his stubble.

"Yeah. Just a bad dream. Oh shit, I'm sorry. Did I do that to you?" He points at my bleeding arm by my side.

"Yes you did. If you're sure you're okay, I'm going to go stitch this up. You go back to sleep. I'll get Sam to help me." I eased him back to the mattress by his shoulders, him protesting as I covered him up. I kissed his forehead and stood back up.

"You need to rest for the hunt tomorrow. I'll be fine. I'll come check on you in little while. Good night." I closed his door and went to the library, grabbing the first aid kit and a wet towel on the way.

"Sammy, you think you can help me out here?" I wipe the blood off my arm and look at the huge gash extending from my elbow to my wrist.

"God, what happened to you?" He stands up and takes the first aid kit from me. I grab the whiskey and down half of it before handing him the bottle so he can disinfect the cut.

"Dean had a nightmare. I went in there to calm him down like I always do, but when I woke him up, he was still kinda in his dream so he slashed out at me with Ruby's knife and caught my arm."

He pours some of the whiskey on the wound and I hiss through my teeth.

"Never thought Dean would hurt you, of all people on this planet." His remark rewards him with a confused expression from me, which quickly turns into a grimace as he finishes stitching.

"What'd that supposed to mean?" I hop off the table and even with him sitting in the chair, he's as tall as I am.

"Are you really that blind? You know what, I'll let you figure it out." He throws me a wink before cleaning up the blood that dripped on the table and hands me some gauze. "Wrap your arm."

"Thanks Sammy," I say, ruffling his hair as I go back to Dean's room. I put the gauze on my arm and open his door to see him sleeping peacefully.

"Finally. I can get some sleep now. Just have to set my alarm for two hours from now so I can check on them again." I quickly go to my room, close and lock the door, and land on top of my comforter. I'm out cold within seconds, drifting into my dreams.